This post is about those that for one reason or another I could not part with. Creative process is such an interesting beast. As someone who creates, I invest all of myself into each piece I work on. As near as I can tell, my process always begins with the same intention.
And yet. Some pieces seem to create themselves as if I am not anything but the medium. Others leave me feeling not fully satisfied I achieved my desired result, regardless of how much I put in.
This was the first blanket I ever made. It was never intended as a piece for sale. This was created for the sole purpose of keeping my littlest (then 2 years old) cozy and warm on our daily walks in Winter. There is so much of me wrapped up in this blanket - my hopes, my heart, my ideas and now my memories. It will never be sold.
I am hard pressed to put to words why this one is a keeper. The cuteness factor is undeniable - toadstools and birds to my mind can melt the hardest of hearts.
But, the physical sadness that washed over me when it almost made it's way to the sale side of the equation surprised me. It was heartbreak pure and simple. I pretty much snatched it out of a customers hands when she opted for another pattern.
And this piece. The jury is out on whether it is finished or not. But man, I am so so so proud of how the sky blends with the Springtime meadow in this one. I knew as soon as I was finished felting it that it would never leave. The struggle to find a frame that is worthy is real. For now it lives carefully wrapped so as not to attract the wandering eye of any wool moths.
Hope you all had a good weekend and are ready to take on the week. If it helps at all the calendar tells me we are halfway through January. Not quite the homestretch to Spring, but something worth noting.